Under the twilight moon I see you upon dew kissed grass
hushed inside your thoughts of whispering leaves
blowing above you
a whimsical smile greets me
just as I look into your eyes
and, I am reminded again
how much I love you
two hearts beating together,
entwined forever
underneath the memory of a twilight moon.

When it feels like it's been raining for too long
through endless days and endless nights /it's been the same old
story/yeah, the same **** fights
you've endured ice cold silence
through ice cold rain and ice cold nights
yeah n' you never thought you'd be the one to walk away
but that's exactly where you find yourself today
because in the end there's really nothing you can say
yeah, you finally have to be the one to walk away
to keep from getting rained on everyday
and, you know there will always be things you're going to miss
like the way he used to look at you before each kiss

Words threaded are no better than dirt
If no one could feel the emotion of joy and hurt
If human heart metamorph into stones
How could a sparkling poem will hit home?

Seems poet dwell beneath the surface of the ground
Watering each other plants, praising each other sound
With instinct to prevent extinction, in order to continue to roam
But if we are on the underground, how could we hit home?

Doing both selfish and selfless acts
Photographer of fictions and facts
Every detail of life during white and gray
Hopefully, the images we captured will hit home someday

10/16/2015

Mysterious Aries

In memory of a flower that did not grow
its grey ashes lay forgotten in the snow
left to dry its spirit inside a soft Spring wind
whispering a message to their next of kin
carrying a hope, and prayer from within
that their cherished flowers never see
a war that kills beauty, and humanity
In memory of a flower that did not grow
its innocence, and number are all I know.